Terrence hadn't known quite what to expect, but the state he found Ella in wasn't really very surprising. She was alive, and in one piece, looked like; relief flooded his body, so overwhelming that he probably couldn't have fought back against her pinning him to the wall even if he'd wanted to. But he didn't want to fight Ella, ever, only wanted to fight at her side, wanted to never be a liability to her, ever again. Hoped that he hadn't really been a terrible liability, this time; hoped like hell that her brother would be fine and eventually they'd put this all behind them.
His hands came up when he was against the wall, but not to defend himself; his hands framed her face and his fingers curled into the hair falling over her ears, drinking in even her antagonistic expression, just because he was so glad to see her. And it was perfectly understandable that she'd be on edge, but still glad to see the recognition in her eyes.
God, the utter relief he felt when she kissed him was incredible, still made him feel a bit weak with it, but not enough to keep him from kissing her back, hard. There were so many things to say, some things that he probably should explain in words, but he was more than happy to get all of the nonverbal things out of the way first. He wanted to reassure himself that the important things in the world were still right, that they were still whole, even more whole when they were together. Wanted to feel alive again, physically, even if he was going to be battling his mind for the rest of his life.
His hands dropped from her face, arms going around her waist, and he lifted her, turned them to press her against the wall she'd pinned him against. This hadn't changed, at all, except to feel even better in contrast to the hell they'd both been through the last few days; fuck, he never felt healthier than when he was right here, kissing her and touching her like he was trying to devour her and rip her apart, trying to sink into the warmth of her tiny body and never have to go without feeling it again.